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₊ ⊹ the girl with the dull eyes was at the counselor's office, the principal told her to come early just for that cause alone.
she doesn't need it. why would she? how would a counselor help? she'd been in a mental hospital and that had done nothing to help her state.
if anything she'd say it made it worse, the medications that was given to her did absolutely nothing, the bed was cold and hard, and the food was awful.
"now, [Name], it has come to my attention that you've beaten up Eric Cartman, mkay." Mister Mackey started, his voice echoing throughout the room.
if she can actually bother with all this, she'd say she found his voice annoying, but she doesn't care enough to.
"yeah." she replied quietly, it wasn't her, it didn't feel like it at least. she knows there was something else to it, there was definitely someone inside her body.
she can't go around saying that, that would land her ten more years in the mental hospital. god, she hates that place.
"what resulted in such a reaction?" he asked, paying her his full attention.
